| False, false hae you been to me my love
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| How often have you changed your mind?
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| But since you’ve gone and left me, for another fair one,
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| I’m afraid you are no more mine
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| But I would climb a tree that is too high for me Asking fruit where there weren’t any growing
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| I was lifting warm water from beneath the cold clay
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| And against the stream I was rowing
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| False, false hae you been to me my love
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| How often have you changed your mind?
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| But since you’ve gone and left me, for another fair one,
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| I’m afraid you are no more mine
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| Ah but I would climb a tree that is too high for me And I’ll herry a wild snowflake’s nest
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| And down I will fall without any fear
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| To the arms that love me the best
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| False, false hae you been to me my love
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| How often have you changed your mind?
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| But since you’ve gone and left me, for another fair one,
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| I’m afraid you are no more mine |